Father And Son @ MindSay 
Like tonight, at work, a teenage boy comes up to my desk and asks if we have books on insect identification. I looked it up and we do (595s if you're curious) so I found him a couple of books. Now, about an hour and a half later, he is still here--with his dad.
Apparently, this kid has noticed some unusual bugs lately and wanted to know what they were. His dad couldn't tell him, so they took pictures of the bugs, blew them up to 8.5 x 11" so they could get some great detail and came to the library.
I think it is beyond awesome that this teenage boy cares about this stuff and that when he didn't know an answer, this is the solution his dad gave him. The dad also didn't just tell the kid to go look it up, he brought him here and is assisting him the entire time.
There is nothing about this scenario that isn't exceptionally wonderful. In my eyes, this father and son are like the poster boys for library use. That's just exactly how it should be.
I wish it were like this much more often.
Kudos to excellent parenting, excellent libraries (and librarians!), and finding out what you want to know.
For you will still be here tomorrow,
But your dreams may not...
And so I have entered the Land of Sit and Wait yet again for this is what this life consists of - sitting and waiting for that which will happen will happen though one must wait for it to happen even if that which you must wait for is not pleasant and the wait happens to be extremely long and prolonged for the time is others is set to a different standard than one's own personal time. And such is the world I know and all it encompasses...
And I shall wait for I have nothing else to do other than wait and so I shall for it is in the stars and all that is contained therein. And such is the world and all that I know and all that is in the heavens and all that is known and unknown And such as it is, as it was, and as it will be until the universe is a black nothingness of emptiness, a wasteland that stretches to infinite, a clean on which the next universe will be written...
And I have all the time in the world with which I can tell my tale for all to see. Time is not nor has it ever been a driving force in my life. I was not born a clock watcher, I was not placed here to have the minutes control how I live my life, I will not be a slave to the hour hands. This is the way it is for I can accept no other existence...
And time - how does one use words to describe the concept to some who has no concept of it? Yes, I do understand what the definition of time is, I know what it means from a scientific standpoint, but how would I even attempt to tell the others what it is? As I sit here I know that time is passing and yet how what I explain what it means? How could words tell my tale?
And this is where I find myself at the moment (a time-type concept), sitting here lacking the words to say all that needs to be said. And I know I often find my self wondering about concepts that I cannot express in the written form though I can use plenty to express the fact that my knowledge is lacking in such things. If I could only impart the thoughts that are within my head into the heads of those who may happen upon this obscure Blog and read this one particular entry amongst the multitude. If only I could... If only...
And the time has come for me to end this entry and rejoice in the fact that I have once again succeed in using a great many words to say absolutely nothing, and I will wonder if this is the reason why I found this place and the people I have met, and I will wonder upon all things and nothing for in nothingness there is all...
This is the Word of the AntiCrust...
Praise be ye who Read the Word for ye are Blessed amongst humans...
From the moment I could talk I was ordered to listen.
Now theres a way and I know that I have to go away.
I know I have to go...
I am sitting here at work wishing I were a million miles away from where I'm currently sitting upon this stool, which was not built for comfort, but rather to insure that I remain awake...
A million miles away from here is all that I ask from this existence. I am not concerned how I get there whether it be by walking or riding or sailing or flying. I just need to get out and get on with my life's work though I'm not quite sure what that may be at this point in my life. For a clue, a little hint as the nature of my life's work, I would not only buy a vowel, but I would buy a consonant or even a syllable. I am not too particular as to how I shall obtain this little whisper in the night...
So here I sit wishing I was a million miles away with absolutely no idea as to how I will get there or what I will being once I get there and yet I know that must get there and do something. These are the thoughts that swirl about and ricochet off the inside of my cranium as I go through the motions of acting like I'm working at the job that I wish I was far from at this very moment...
Strange thing that this life be. A journey into the darkness of eternity and yet there is no destination, but the journey must be taken for there are no other alternatives - going somewhere and yet nowhere simultaneously...
And I know I have to go...
This is the Word of the AntiCrust...
Praise be ye who Read the Word for ye be Blessed amongst humans...
The story I have below was received via an email list from Blind Conservatives. I sense this was one those stories that started out as chain e-mail. I do not like chain e-mail. Most of the time chain email is false or twisted from its original content.
This is a story even an appeasement minded and politically correct liberal should comprehend. This is a story that just might bring a tear of pride to a Conservative.
READ IT. PLEASE!
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Don’t Close Your Blinds
The other day, my 11 year old son wanted to know why we were at war. My husband looked at our son and then looked at me. My husband and I were in the Army during the Gulf War and we would be honored to serve and defend our Country again today. I knew that my husband would give him a good explanation. My husband thought for a few minutes and then told my son to go stand in our front living room window.
He said “Son, stand there and tell me what you see?”
“I see trees and cars and our neighbor’s houses,” he replied.
“OK, now I want you to pretend that our house and our yard is the United States of America and you are President Bush.”
Our son giggled and said, “OK.”
“Now son, I want you to look out the window and pretend that every house and yard on this block is a different country” my husband said.
“OK Dad, I’m pretending.”
“Now I want you to stand there and look out the window and pretend you see Saddam come out of his house with his wife, he has her by the hair and is hitting her. You see her bleeding and crying. He hits her in the face, he throws her on the ground, then he starts to kick her to death.
Their children run out and are afraid to stop him, they are screaming and crying, they are watching this but do nothing because they are kids and they are afraid of their father. You see all of this, son....what do you do?”
“Dad?”
“What do you do son?”
“I’d call the police, Dad.”
“OK. Pretend that the police are the United Nations. They take your call. They listen to what you know and saw but they refuse to help. What do you do then son?”
“Dad......... but the police are supposed to help!” My son starts to whine.
“They don’t want to, son, because they say that it is not their place or your place to get involved and that you should stay out of it,” my husband says.
“But Dad...he killed her!!” my son exclaims.
“I know he did...but the police tell you to stay out of it. Now I want you to look out that window and pretend you see our neighbor who you’re pretending is Saddam turn around and do the same thing to his children”
“Daddy...he kills them?”
“Yes, son, he does. What do you do?”
“Well, if the police don’t want to help, I will go and ask my next door neighbor to help me stop him,” our son says.
“Son, our next door neighbor sees what is happening and refuses to get involved as well. He refuses to open the door and help you stop him,” my husband says.
“But Dad, I NEED help!!! I can’t stop him by myself!!”
“WHAT DO YOU DO SON?” Our son starts to cry.
“OK, no one wants to help you, the man across the street saw you ask for help and saw that no one would help you stop him. He stands taller and puffs out his chest. Guess what he does next, son?”
“What Daddy?”
“He walks across the street to the old ladies house and breaks down her door and drags her out, steals all her stuff and sets her house on fire and then...he kills her. He turns around and sees you standing in the window and laughs at you. WHAT DO YOU DO?”
“Daddy...”
“WHAT DO YOU DO?” Our son is crying and he looks down and he whispers, “I’d close the blinds, Daddy.”
My husband looks at our son with tears in his eyes and asks him. “Why?”
“Because, Daddy.....the police are supposed to help people who need them...and they won’t help..... You always say that neighbors are supposed to HELP neighbors, but they won’t help either...they won’t help me stop him...I’m afraid....I can’t do it by myself, Daddy.....I can’t look out my window and just watch him do all these terrible things and, and, do nothing...so....I’m just going to close the blinds.... so I can’t see what he’s doing........and I’m going to pretend that it is not happening.”
I start to cry. My husband looks at our nine year old son standing in the window, looking pitiful and ashamed at his answers to my husband’s questions and he says... “Son.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Open the blinds because that man.... He’s at your front door...”WHAT DO YOU DO?”
My son looks at his father, anger and defiance in his eyes. He balls up his tiny fists and looks his father square in the eyes, without hesitation he says: “I DEFEND MY FAMILY, DAD!! I’M NOT GONNA LET HIM HURT MOMMY OR MY SISTER, DAD!!! I’M GONNA FIGHT HIM, DAD, I’M GONNA FIGHT HIM!!!!!”
I see a tear roll down my husband’s cheek and he grabs our son to his chest and hugs him tight, and says... “It’s too late to fight him, he’s too strong and he’s already at YOUR front door son.....you should have stopped him BEFORE he killed his wife, and his children and the old lady across the way. You have to do what’s right, even if you have to do it alone, before it’s too late,” my husband whispers.
THAT scenario I just gave you is WHY we are at war with Iraq. When good men stand by and let evil happen, son; THAT is the greatest atrocity in the world.
“YOU MUST NEVER BE AFRAID TO DO WHAT IS RIGHT EVEN IF YOU HAVE TO DO IT ALONE!” BE PROUD TO BE AN AMERICAN! BE PROUD OF OUR TROOPS!! SUPPORT THEM!!! SUPPORT AMERICA SO THAT IN THE FUTURE OUR CHILDREN WILL NEVER HAVE TO CLOSE THEIR BLINDS...”
Found this on the 'net today and felt like I had to post it. This video is a tribute to the love a father can have for his son and the bond they can share no matter what the condition.
In the end it reminds me of the good humanity is capable of doing. It also reminds me of the love my Father in Heaven has for me and everyone else on this dustball we call Earth.
Enjoy.
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